He left you. And who can blame him? You suck; you're worthless; you'll never love again. Drag your sorry ass to the Way Out Club. Sit at the bar, so the wall will isolate you from the pounding rock of the stage in the next room. Ask the bartender for something strong. You'll get it in spades. Three drinks in, you'll pay more attention to that bartender: Bob Putnam, who's no stranger to heartache himself. But look over there: It's Bob's wife Sherrie, proof positive that even if you don't get love right the first time, hope springs eternal. Better still, Bob and Sherrie will listen to your sorrows, and they'll pour you drinks, and by the end of the night, you won't even remember the name of that slimebag who broke your heart. Take a cab home, and thank your lucky stars for the Way Out Club.